& when you walk away When the doors to your arms Are no longer open. Where do I go To wander the thoughts that Keep me warm & snug. There are parts of you that twist The thermostat that actives This warmth. & when you walk away To where does the mail go addressed With the stamp of your lips, A place I call home. Will it be delivered else where & I forlorn. When the doors to your arms Are no longer open. Where do I go To wander the thoughts that Keep me warm & snug